Saturday 16 February 2013

Taking stock ...


Well I am mindful that it is almost three years exactly to the day when I had my breakdown and went into hospital with severe clinical depression in Switzerland and it makes me look at where I am and where I have come from. I am so much better and have had a good run recently with no major dips. I am taking ownership of where I am going and considering more options for work and life in general. For the moment I am happy to be where I am in Zim but I am considering options to try obtain better paying work and a bit more fulfillment and stimulation mentally.

I joined a writing group at the beginning of this year after I returned from Cape Town and it is definitely the highlight of my week. The deal is we each have to write something to share with the group each week and this makes me sit and pen something for each week's session. It is proving to be very cathartic and I have realised I really do enjoy writing. This may even be a path I could pursue and which excites me. I would like to ultimately write about my experience in Switzerland where I was hospitalised and at some point describe my rather warped sense of reality. I still cannot determine from that time how much was fact and how much I had over-reacted to and imagined.

So for the moment life is good and I am definitely in a spacious place where possibilities exist and I don't feel boxed in and trapped by limited choices. I haven't decided yet if I will stay in Zimbabwe but I will see it that I could always go explore elsewhere but leave open the option of returning. The one instability in my life is what will happen when we have elections in a few months time. In many ways I would like to be here rather than outside looking in and bombarded by overhyped media reports in another part of the world. Will cross that bridge when it comes though.


Toing and froing

Looking back I have come a long way from where I was. Life has become "normal-ish" with the risk of becoming mundane and I am starting to consider different options, which a year ago I would not have been able to do. I still shy away however from trying to do a PhD again. The expression "once bitten twice shy" springs to mind. My confidence took a huge knock when I gave up on my previous attempt and the thought of having a repeat of the mental break down I had scares me. At the same time my brain is starting to crave mental stimulation and my feet are getting itchy to go exploring again. I am cautious though and do have to think practically in terms of having a support network wherever I go. On the one hand I am wanting to go explore again but then on the other I am in some ways content where I am. I am faced with the question of what I am wanting out of life and what I am really wanting to strive after.


Well life has been quite tumultuous of late. The re-entry of a friend from varsity days has made things more exciting, but at the same time pushed me almost to the brink of a manic phase. It will be shortlived as their entry is to be swiftly followed by an exit, and I am very aware that my interest in them is not reciprocated. However it has been a pleasant soujourn from the usual mundane happenings.

I did a very stupid thing this past week, in that I failed to check the water in our car engine. The disastrous consequences have been a fair blow and may have tipped my emotional balance decidedly downwards. Will mean having to probably dip into my savings and throws into question whether I will be able to afford the plans I had started to formulate for next year of travelling and attending friends' weddings.

The life I lead in Zim feels very precarious ...